Dance, Macoomba!

by francis x reilly   May 17, 2011

"DANCE, MACOOMBA!" the tribal people exhorted.
Sensing the urgency in their voices,
the exhausted warrior,
wearing only loin-cloth and barn clogs,
squats and stares at nothing...and at no one.
"YI!" the villagers gasp in unison
as Macoomba abruptly leaps to his feet
and begins dancing sensuously in a semi-circle.
Then, as he lowers himself to the ground once again,
the villagers swoon and are seemingly lost
to all sense of reality
as Macoomba suddenly lurches forward
and begins to caress with his fully-extended tongue,
the quivering beak of a night hen.
Francis X. Reilly copyright 2011


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